Setting The Scene For M Lady Lucianne Poem by ivor or ivor.e hogg

Few know where shy white violets grow
but I am one of those who do.
Just take my hand and we will go
together to a place I know.

I am prepared to share with you
But you must swear you will not tell
a single soul for if you do.
Too many folks will go there to

grub up the plants and take them home
to plant them in their garden plot.
Where other folks are not welcome
I would not mind if they took some.

But know quite well they’ll take them all
and leave not one single plant behind.
Their greed would be the plants downfall.
There would be none for us to find.

When we go walking hand in hand
along this pretty lovers lane.
I know my love you understand.
The violets grow where nature planned.

That white violets are very rare,
they are not meant to be confined.
They do not need a gardeners care
You will see when we get there.

Their beauty in a natural state.
Where they were intended to be,
I know you will appreciate
why I swear you to secrecy.

But I trust you implicitly
I know that you will not betray
the shy white violets or me.
You are the soul of honesty.

That’s why I am in love with you.
Not only are you sweet and kind
but to your word you’re always true.
and do what you say you will do.

When we get there I will propose
and hope that you will answer yes.
I think you have guessed my purpose
and know exactly why I chose.

To show my violets to you
today and now in early spring,
In fact I am convinced you do.
You know me far too well not to.

4-Dec-08

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